Of the 200-plus trailers here in Paradise Cove, just a few remain untouched. In the lower section of the park, actual travel trailers once towed behind station wagons were parked and, over time, turned into tiny cottages. On the upper level, original trailers with names like "Meteor" and "Golden Mansion" were slowly transformed. First came aluminum siding, then new windows and doors. Additions were built, newer and bigger trailers were hauled onto the sites and, most recently, full-on houses were constructed on top of each old trailer's chassis.

Here's one of the last untouched trailers in the Cove. There's the ribbed metal exterior, still the original green, the carpeted stairs, the canted car port, the aluminum windows, the covered porch.

An elderly couple used to live here. You'd see them in the morning, walking arm in arm. You could see them in the house in the evenings, the curtains open, the lights on. Her harp stood in the center of the room. His books filled the shelves that lined the walls. They're gone now and, inevitably, the trailer will change.

I'm glad I got this shot of it though, a tiny piece of Cove lore that can still live on.